Decimated Dave

The code had a voice, and it was screaming. In the realm of geometry, lines of color were not static; they flickered and throbbed like ruptured nerves. Dave, once the master of this digital construct, was no longer in control. The grid that formed the floor beneath his warped form rippled with every beat of his frantic, glitching heart. He had protected this 3D world, nurtured it, but the last intruder had left a virus in their wake—a corruption that had turned his sanctuary into a prison. The robotic chassis that had once helped him navigate his creation now spasmed uncontrollably, and his own essence began to fragment, breaking apart and reforming into something monstrous. He was no longer Dave; he was the decimation of his own world, a puppet held together by static and rage.